I gazed at the glass
Of my lounge room window..
And whispered good morning
While my mind is in awe..

The grass outside seems greener
Because of the rain..
And the morning fog mist
That the grass had retained..

But all of these great things
I could not enjoy..
Because of your memories
That are creeping through..

Do you ever think of me?
I asked myself often..
Or is it only my foolish heart
Wishing in suspense..

How can i described
This pain i feel inside..
Except that it is..
Intensed and excruciating..

But i am trying to move on
Just as i promised..
And give you a chance
To find your own happiness..

Poem Written by
Lory Fortu Malone
4 July 2010
Sunday 11:10 p.m.

This poem was written/submitted by Lory Fortu Malone.